Seventh of September
Remember when
We met at the shrine

Your kimono looked so fine
Temple dancers swaying
Flutes playing then

I was yours and you were mine

Paul Desmond on the stereo

We sipped the sake very slow
Kissing in the candleglow
That rainy night in Tokyo


We both got so hungry on the bullet train
Lugging our luggage through the station

Finding a taxi in the pouring rain

We must have made quite a sight

In love on a rainy night
And due for a little celebration


Safe from stormy weather
Together we
Stayed inside our room

Just admiring the typhoon
Heard the cats arrive
Nearly five but we

Were still making love in tune